My friend - I move to speak,
For in you I shall confide,
Of an emptiness bore deep inside,
Shadows - where I hide.
How long has it been thus,
Since I was hence torn apart?
A being void in nothingness,
Lacking feeling of a heart.
Remnants of a shadowed past
Have drifted beyond the seal,
Yet forever locked away are those
Memories of how to feel.
Oh' how frail is the heart,
To collapse in the conquering fist!
Submit! unto that which bore you,
Darkness of the endless abyss.
And what remains born of this,
When darkness takes back the heart?
Only the nothing left behind,
Existing where nobody aught.
This nonexistence lay not within,
Supreme darkness - nor in the light,
But in the ever void - where lies,
A want for hearts taken flight.
The keepers of the want are naught,
The nonexistent ones.
Taking heartless - watching heartfelt won,
Keeping all - yet feeling none.
Deep within the realm of twilight,
Shadows of nobody - can you see?
In a world that never was,